SAC Billionaire Steven Cohen Can't Make His Mommy's Monkey Jump

Steven Cohen, , the founder of SAC Capital Advisors. (Photo: Elizabeth Lippman / The New York Times)UPDATE: On Thursday, February 6, 2014, a federal jury found Mathew Martoma guilty of insider trading. Martoma, who's only worth a hundred million or so, is small potatoes. He's taking a fall for his boss–and his boss' mommy–and her monkey.

Martoma's boss is Steven A. Cohen, worth about $9 billion, who directs a criminal enterprise masquerading as a hedge fund called SAC Capital. The description of SAC as a crime scene is drawn from the findings of the jury, Securities and Exchange Commission charges and Cohen's own confessions. While eight of Cohen's partners-in-crime have been convicted and Martoma is about to join them in the Big House, Cohen has performed enough ju-ju on the system to keep charges filed against him personally to civil, not criminal, counts. So far.

Why would a guy who's stuffed billions of dollars of tainted money in his pocket risk SEC charges just to get another billion? The answer: Steve needs to make his mommy's monkey jump.

The story's a lot of fun - and extraordinarily important, as Congress decides between tax breaks for "job creators" like Cohen and extending unemployment benefits for their victims.

New York Billionaire Steven A. Cohen's marriage was in hot water because his wife wouldn't tolerate the "other woman." The other woman was Steven's mother.

Cohen says he'll pay the $1.2 billion from his own pocket - but it's a pretty big pocket. His net worth just hit ($9.4 billion). It would have been an even $10 billion, but last year he coughed up over half a billion for his company's illegal trades.

Cohen himself is not accused of knowing the information he used was obtained by criminal means. But, he still faces SEC charges of letting his minions operate like a high-finance NSA, sucking up and trading on illegally obtained information. And the US district attorney, when asked about imprisoning Cohen, said, in cryptic language, that unspecified criminal charges are yet to come.

And it's all Steven's mommy's fault. And her monkey's.

Tip to young journalists: Billionaires' ex-trophy wives are a terrific source of information. They have vengeance in their eyes and files under their mattresses. And they want just three things: money, revenge, and . . . money.

Patricia Cohen is very ex'd. She split from the nona-billionaire in 1990 when he was still a poor, struggling nona-millionaire. Or so he led her to believe.

Patricia claims she was robbed - and that she firmly deserves a little of the ice from Cohen's private ice-skating rink, the one in his garden next to his own cinema theater and indoor pool.

So, Patricia, bent on justice, approached this reporter with an authoritatively detailed story of Cohen's first inside-trading scam, documents included.

Now, I should say at the outset that, despite Patricia's selfless exposure of the pitiless facts about Cohen's suspicious trades, and despite the guilty plea and charges pending, I don't for a minute believe that Stephen Cohen is anything but an innocent genius.

Indeed, Cohen's brilliance borders on the clairvoyant. He knows which way a stock will move before God knows. He knows your kid's name before you know you're pregnant.

How? By using illegally obtained insider information? Heavens no!

So how does Cohen know the cards in your hand before they're dealt?

"Guessing," says Cohen. "I was pretty good at guessing which way those [stock price] numbers would go." In a drooling profile, Vanity Fair compares him to the "mathematical genius" in the film A Beautiful Mind. However, as Cohen was a crap student in math, his uncanny ability to predict the market better than any other mortal is attributed to some otherworldly brain kryptonite that gives him, "a Rain Man–like gift for reading the stock ticker."

The ex-Mrs. Cohen has a different narrative. We sat in the kitchen at her Upper East Side digs, close enough to Mick Jagger's to borrow a cup of sugar, but not on a very high floor. (Deprivation is a relative concept.) Before jumping into the facts of finance flim-flam, I first wanted to know from her why she left Mr. Bullion Baggins.

"He loved his mother." That's no crime.

"Yea, but he really loved his mother. Steven couldn't take a poopie without calling Mommy. Every week we'd go have dinner with her, and she would say to him, 'All I know is, money makes the monkey jump! Money makes the monkey jump!'

"And we'd leave, and half the time in the car he'd be in tears about his mommy humiliating him." No matter how many millions and billions he piled up, he couldn't make his mommy's monkey jump.

As a reporter, billionaires are my beat. For The Guardian, I've covered the Brothers Koch, Paul "The Vulture" Singer, Adnan Guns-for-Hostages Kashoggi and many others. I'm often asked, "Why? Why is 2 billion or 9 billion or 20 billion not enough for these guys?" Why would they play fast and loose with laws, statutory and moral, to make one more billion?

And the answer is, They can't make their mommy's monkey jump. In every twisted billionaire bamboozler I've investigated, I've found a hole in their soul they are trying to fill with wads of dollar bills, but can't.

But then, "why" is for their shrinks and next wives to ponder. My issue is "how."

According to Patricia Cohen, Stephen began to have visions of future stock moves when he was just a small-change trader at Gruntal & Co.

One night, Steven was again in tears, literally crying into his pillow, sleepless. Patricia claims he 'fessed to her that he'd secretly bought up a load of RCA stock, knowing the company would be taken over by General Electric. She also claims that at the time she didn't know Steven's RCA purchase was a crime.

But she did suggest that he go to his boss and tell the truth because, whatever money he would make on the deal wasn't worth the midnight tears. "Is $9 million worth it?" he said to her. Apparently, it was - because she ceased to suggest confession until she felt shafted by her divorce settlement.

Well, that's her story. Steven's? He won't talk to me about it - nor to the FBI (to whom he invoked his Fifth Amendment right against self-incrimination).

The pattern of activities in past and recent indictments, including those to which he has now confessed, and the known facts of the RCA deal comport with Patricia's accusation. But, given Patricia's own motive for revealing her hubby's pillow talk, I wasn't ready to bite.

Nevertheless, we have to ask: If his first big score, the RCA-GE merger, was more than a brilliant "guess," then his entire $9.4 billion pot comes from a scam.

In which case, he should give it up. All of it. All $9.4 billion.

One afternoon, Cohen made a cool quarter billion dollars after telling one of his traders to contact a doctor consulting with Wyeth Pharmaceuticals who, Cohen knew, had inside information on drug tests. The trader comes back with the info, Cohen made the trade - though the government can't (yet) prove that Cohen knew the info was obtained illegally. Only the trader and SAC Capital were indicted for the crime.

According to the SEC, that's just a day in the life of SAC.

But, according to the Cohen's puppies in the financial press, he is just a brilliant risk-taker, his firm forced to plead guilty to what one Wall Street Journal columnist described as a crime "with no victims, it actually helps people." CNN got all teary for Cohen, claiming he was the victim of a "longstanding anomaly in American law." Who was the real criminal? "SAC Capital punished for the government's own failure" screamed their headline. This is the same crew that told us that JP Morgan paid a $13 billion fine last week only as part of a government "anti-business witch-hunt."

Really? When a Cohen sells soon-to-swoon Wyeth stock to some schmuck who's not clued in, the "counter-party" loses his shirt. When JP Morgan labels financial feces "prime" mortgages and dumps them on Fannie Mae, the US taxpayer gets a hosing. When Goldman Sachs and billionaire John Paulson sell the Royal Bank of Scotland "synthetic CDOs" that are as valuable as a chocolate kettle, the Bank of England pays and the people of England lose two million jobs. When hedge fund predator Paul Singer mounts a vulture attack on the Congo and makes a killing, Oxfam says he's taking cholera medicine away from kids who are facing death.

And just this week, a New York Times columnist lauded Paul Singer as a "loving father and generous donor." Why? Because Singer tosses an insignificant amount of his ill-making gains back to support gay rights in Africa. There's no mention that Singer has buttered "human rights" groups with cash to front his campaigns to discredit governments he has sued for billions.

Greg Palastis the author of Billionaires & Ballot Bandits and the series of investigations for BBC Television and The Nation on which this report is based. The investigations are included on Palast's film, Vultures & Vote Rustlers, released in December. www.GregPalast.com.

SAC Billionaire Steven Cohen Can't Make His Mommy's Monkey Jump

Steven Cohen, , the founder of SAC Capital Advisors. (Photo: Elizabeth Lippman / The New York Times)UPDATE: On Thursday, February 6, 2014, a federal jury found Mathew Martoma guilty of insider trading. Martoma, who's only worth a hundred million or so, is small potatoes. He's taking a fall for his boss–and his boss' mommy–and her monkey.

Martoma's boss is Steven A. Cohen, worth about $9 billion, who directs a criminal enterprise masquerading as a hedge fund called SAC Capital. The description of SAC as a crime scene is drawn from the findings of the jury, Securities and Exchange Commission charges and Cohen's own confessions. While eight of Cohen's partners-in-crime have been convicted and Martoma is about to join them in the Big House, Cohen has performed enough ju-ju on the system to keep charges filed against him personally to civil, not criminal, counts. So far.

Why would a guy who's stuffed billions of dollars of tainted money in his pocket risk SEC charges just to get another billion? The answer: Steve needs to make his mommy's monkey jump.

The story's a lot of fun - and extraordinarily important, as Congress decides between tax breaks for "job creators" like Cohen and extending unemployment benefits for their victims.

New York Billionaire Steven A. Cohen's marriage was in hot water because his wife wouldn't tolerate the "other woman." The other woman was Steven's mother.

Cohen says he'll pay the $1.2 billion from his own pocket - but it's a pretty big pocket. His net worth just hit ($9.4 billion). It would have been an even $10 billion, but last year he coughed up over half a billion for his company's illegal trades.

Cohen himself is not accused of knowing the information he used was obtained by criminal means. But, he still faces SEC charges of letting his minions operate like a high-finance NSA, sucking up and trading on illegally obtained information. And the US district attorney, when asked about imprisoning Cohen, said, in cryptic language, that unspecified criminal charges are yet to come.

And it's all Steven's mommy's fault. And her monkey's.

Tip to young journalists: Billionaires' ex-trophy wives are a terrific source of information. They have vengeance in their eyes and files under their mattresses. And they want just three things: money, revenge, and . . . money.

Patricia Cohen is very ex'd. She split from the nona-billionaire in 1990 when he was still a poor, struggling nona-millionaire. Or so he led her to believe.

Patricia claims she was robbed - and that she firmly deserves a little of the ice from Cohen's private ice-skating rink, the one in his garden next to his own cinema theater and indoor pool.

So, Patricia, bent on justice, approached this reporter with an authoritatively detailed story of Cohen's first inside-trading scam, documents included.

Now, I should say at the outset that, despite Patricia's selfless exposure of the pitiless facts about Cohen's suspicious trades, and despite the guilty plea and charges pending, I don't for a minute believe that Stephen Cohen is anything but an innocent genius.

Indeed, Cohen's brilliance borders on the clairvoyant. He knows which way a stock will move before God knows. He knows your kid's name before you know you're pregnant.

How? By using illegally obtained insider information? Heavens no!

So how does Cohen know the cards in your hand before they're dealt?

"Guessing," says Cohen. "I was pretty good at guessing which way those [stock price] numbers would go." In a drooling profile, Vanity Fair compares him to the "mathematical genius" in the film A Beautiful Mind. However, as Cohen was a crap student in math, his uncanny ability to predict the market better than any other mortal is attributed to some otherworldly brain kryptonite that gives him, "a Rain Man–like gift for reading the stock ticker."

The ex-Mrs. Cohen has a different narrative. We sat in the kitchen at her Upper East Side digs, close enough to Mick Jagger's to borrow a cup of sugar, but not on a very high floor. (Deprivation is a relative concept.) Before jumping into the facts of finance flim-flam, I first wanted to know from her why she left Mr. Bullion Baggins.

"He loved his mother." That's no crime.

"Yea, but he really loved his mother. Steven couldn't take a poopie without calling Mommy. Every week we'd go have dinner with her, and she would say to him, 'All I know is, money makes the monkey jump! Money makes the monkey jump!'

"And we'd leave, and half the time in the car he'd be in tears about his mommy humiliating him." No matter how many millions and billions he piled up, he couldn't make his mommy's monkey jump.

As a reporter, billionaires are my beat. For The Guardian, I've covered the Brothers Koch, Paul "The Vulture" Singer, Adnan Guns-for-Hostages Kashoggi and many others. I'm often asked, "Why? Why is 2 billion or 9 billion or 20 billion not enough for these guys?" Why would they play fast and loose with laws, statutory and moral, to make one more billion?

And the answer is, They can't make their mommy's monkey jump. In every twisted billionaire bamboozler I've investigated, I've found a hole in their soul they are trying to fill with wads of dollar bills, but can't.

But then, "why" is for their shrinks and next wives to ponder. My issue is "how."

According to Patricia Cohen, Stephen began to have visions of future stock moves when he was just a small-change trader at Gruntal & Co.

One night, Steven was again in tears, literally crying into his pillow, sleepless. Patricia claims he 'fessed to her that he'd secretly bought up a load of RCA stock, knowing the company would be taken over by General Electric. She also claims that at the time she didn't know Steven's RCA purchase was a crime.

But she did suggest that he go to his boss and tell the truth because, whatever money he would make on the deal wasn't worth the midnight tears. "Is $9 million worth it?" he said to her. Apparently, it was - because she ceased to suggest confession until she felt shafted by her divorce settlement.

Well, that's her story. Steven's? He won't talk to me about it - nor to the FBI (to whom he invoked his Fifth Amendment right against self-incrimination).

The pattern of activities in past and recent indictments, including those to which he has now confessed, and the known facts of the RCA deal comport with Patricia's accusation. But, given Patricia's own motive for revealing her hubby's pillow talk, I wasn't ready to bite.

Nevertheless, we have to ask: If his first big score, the RCA-GE merger, was more than a brilliant "guess," then his entire $9.4 billion pot comes from a scam.

In which case, he should give it up. All of it. All $9.4 billion.

One afternoon, Cohen made a cool quarter billion dollars after telling one of his traders to contact a doctor consulting with Wyeth Pharmaceuticals who, Cohen knew, had inside information on drug tests. The trader comes back with the info, Cohen made the trade - though the government can't (yet) prove that Cohen knew the info was obtained illegally. Only the trader and SAC Capital were indicted for the crime.

According to the SEC, that's just a day in the life of SAC.

But, according to the Cohen's puppies in the financial press, he is just a brilliant risk-taker, his firm forced to plead guilty to what one Wall Street Journal columnist described as a crime "with no victims, it actually helps people." CNN got all teary for Cohen, claiming he was the victim of a "longstanding anomaly in American law." Who was the real criminal? "SAC Capital punished for the government's own failure" screamed their headline. This is the same crew that told us that JP Morgan paid a $13 billion fine last week only as part of a government "anti-business witch-hunt."

Really? When a Cohen sells soon-to-swoon Wyeth stock to some schmuck who's not clued in, the "counter-party" loses his shirt. When JP Morgan labels financial feces "prime" mortgages and dumps them on Fannie Mae, the US taxpayer gets a hosing. When Goldman Sachs and billionaire John Paulson sell the Royal Bank of Scotland "synthetic CDOs" that are as valuable as a chocolate kettle, the Bank of England pays and the people of England lose two million jobs. When hedge fund predator Paul Singer mounts a vulture attack on the Congo and makes a killing, Oxfam says he's taking cholera medicine away from kids who are facing death.

And just this week, a New York Times columnist lauded Paul Singer as a "loving father and generous donor." Why? Because Singer tosses an insignificant amount of his ill-making gains back to support gay rights in Africa. There's no mention that Singer has buttered "human rights" groups with cash to front his campaigns to discredit governments he has sued for billions.

Greg Palastis the author of Billionaires & Ballot Bandits and the series of investigations for BBC Television and The Nation on which this report is based. The investigations are included on Palast's film, Vultures & Vote Rustlers, released in December. www.GregPalast.com.